Peter
the seasons are turning into goodbyes I can live through
Peter was far too focused on his task to laugh at Adams joke, but he couldn’t hide the way his lips quirked up, the only indication he’d heard. Which, of course he’d heard, was listening. Every bit of Pet was focused on the other, in a way that was almost scarily intense. Every time Adams breath hitched, or his face changed, Pet shifted his fingers, rocking into the good spots more and more while he avoided any motions that even seemed like they were a little bit uncomfortable.
Only when he was lined up did his eyes move, lifting to Adams face. There was anxiety and excitement both in Pets gaze, the smouldering intensity from before hovering behind both emotions. He pushed in, slowly, a soft noise pulling itself out from deep inside him. For all his preparation of Adam, Pet hadn’t actually thought about how this would feel for himself. It was indescribable.
As soon as he got some indication from Adam, he began to move, hips stumbling a few times as he tried to find his rhythm. It wasn’t something that eluded Pet long, and soon his hips were snapping in and out of his lover. The only actual complaint he had was that he couldn’t simply lean up and kiss Adam, the difference in height working against him in this position. Not that his thoughts were even that coherent, a haze of pleasure and desperation sweeping through his mind.
